My Name Fxce - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah

Y'all already know who the fuck it is, man

One of the realest in this shit, you hear me? (Yo, somebody give me a lighter)

And I'll take your bitch quick, nigga

She look, she took and that's on bro (Okay)

[Verse 1]

Let me sip this cup 'fore I get started

When it's all said and done, bro, I'ma go down as one of the hardest

I dropped four days ago and then my shit started chartin'

Where his face? Oh, shit, there he go, I pull up, that bitch fartin'

This a ten-speed, my bitch a ten-piece

Hide your whip, my nigga hands get sticky, how my bands be

Rick and 'Miri, Chrome Heart, Rick and 'Miri, that's how my pants be

If you love me, tat me on your skin, bitch, let my fans see

Popped a rubber band, so I can spread and let my bands breathe

My D bitch rock the Cartier, LA rock the Van Cleef

I'm thirty deep, at the back door, know the club can't stand me

Hittin' a baby mama, she tellin' the kids, "Hey, this my friend E" (What's poppin'?)

[Chorus]

Huh, huh, my name Fxce, hey, how you doin'?

Well known for havin' that thing, please don't make me pop out shootin'

"Fxce, you hard, just drop more music"

She drove two hours just to pop that pussy

In that mode, I'm off that drank

Don't tell me to stop, I'm not gon' do it

I was finna tap his brain, remember this shit like it was a movie

Then his security got in the way, he like, "Fxce, bro, what you doin'?"

I can't be with you all day, she wanna lay up, watch a movie

Pillow talkin', boy, you lame, that's your way to get some coochie

[Verse 2]

Man, you niggas trippin', man, you niggas finished

I don't wanna talk right now, I told her that her service trippin'

This shit ain't overnight, you gotta earn your image

Two hats up on the pipe, I told 'em burn the pistol

Huh, get rid of the Glock, but the K good

Fill her stomach up, then after that, make sure she ate good

All I gotta do is rap to make a pay stub

All you doin' is bappin' in your rap, that's why you bankrupt